Yo! Sam

Any one o' you

Lily-livered, bow-legged, brackafrat varmints

Care to slap leather with me? Well...

If'n any of ya git any idears, you'd better

Understand then who I be, I'm

The hootenest, tootenest, shootinest bobtail

Homre, fastest gun, yer darn tootenist

Rootinest brat frakin' parkalooma doin' this

Yes, ma oil rigs are the pollutinest

You ain't no match for me, ya dag blasted

Ornery, no-account, long-eared varmint

Whether I'm dressed in viking, pirate

Roman, or Old West garments

They fear ma name all across the land

Cause my name is

Yosemite Sam

I'm the roughenest, toughenest, gruffinst, and when

That dang long-eared galoot acts up I've had enough of this

My blatter splattin' nazatrap hat is all that

And my red mustache and beard are the scruffinest

I reckon y'all better keep back cause I blast

Any critter that tangles with me

Got a pair o' six-shooters in my hand on the land

And a cannon when I'm out in the sea

So say yer prayers, ya dirty frattin' pattin'

Cause you know where you're going to go

I speaks my mind n steps across yer line

And when I say whoa, I means whoa

I'll hunt n shoot whate'er I can

Or my name ain't

Yosemite Sam

I'll lead yas into the lion's den

While I follow the map to the treasure

Ahoy there! Ya bush whackin' barracuda

I'm the toughest hombre ever!

So all you skunks get outta here

While I chase an old woman round the couch

I'm the captain of the guard and in the zaslavin' War

Between the States I fought for the South

That dirty perka shorka bat flattin' portin' fillabunker

Rabbit is for the birds

He's a rackin' frackin' paracotta slaughterated idjit

And yeah, them's fightin' words

So maybe that'll learn ya who I am

Cause my name is

Yosemite Sam